It’s odd how often I have to search for a new way of getting the days blog up and running. There are several ways and some days they don’t work at all and other days they do. I have no idea what makes the difference. So I am assuming this will go...but nothing feels definite just now. The phone rang early...a very old friend is planning a visit...I’m not sure why I needed to be told that before eight o’clock but it’s OK I think. Outside the sun shines....it all looks wonderful and we are still very busy...the road outside is at times very slow with the weight of traffic...but once again I’m told that it’s bringing prosperity....all these visitors are welcome every summer but this year their numbers are said to have doubled. And judging by the sound of the traffic I think it may be true...From my bed I see the hedges full of bright red fuchsia decorating the landscape like a Christmas card. It all feels very odd...but very beautiful. The sound of traffic increases even as I type...and it’s not yet nine o’clock...what ever can all these people be doing out there? Nothing is normal right now and I really should be used to it..but oddly I’m not...it is disquieting to someone of my advanced years when everything becomes strange and different. Selfishly I want things to be as they always have been...and this isn’t. However I will enjoy seeing my friends when they arrive...a few days of activity are promised before I sink back into my more restful state . None of them are staying with me so I will get some rest...in theory...so on with the motley....bring it on...I can cope....I think.
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2 comments:
I'm not sure that I could cope with heavy traffic, as since lockdown that has become a rarity, so many people are leaving their cars at home and cycling or walking to places they need to get to. The normal morning and evening rush hours outside have been absent since March and we are now used to a quieter road.
As for visitors, our house has had a revolving door since Jen came out of hospital with visiting therapists. Now only one, once a week. Other therapy is being delivered via the land line.
But today, our Solicitor is coming with the new wills that we drafted before Jen had her stroke and only now are we ready to sign them. But it was worthwhile to put our thoughts in order and to decide what charities we want to leave money too and bequests to family, the few we have will not be to many, as most already are better off than we are.
So, we welcome one distraction a day, but I know Jen is wanting to do stuff herself so I need to back off now and allow her space to do so.
I agree @UKVeiwer the sound of heavy traffic sets my nerves on edge. I need the peace & quiet indoors & out.
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